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He had absolutely wrecked a perfectly good scheme in the perfection of which several thousand dollars had been spent, and now there could not be even the possibility of a chance of their breaking even. When Jimmy got home that night he saw a light in the Lizard's room and entered. "Well," said the cracksman, "how's every little thing?" Jimmy smiled ruefully.
He shook hands with dignified reserve, all for the benefit of the crowd standing about. "You paralyzed 'em," he chuckled, as they got in and drove off. "That beard and hat will fix 'em sure. I was afraid you wouldn't carry out my orders on the hat." "The hat was an extravagance for your benefit alone. It goes into a band-box to-morrow," replied Bradley. "How's Mrs. Brown?"
When he stepped down from the train he was met by Amy, who was glad to see him in spite of all their past differences. Of all the girls she was the most tolerant. Lester put his arms about her, and kissed her. "It seems like old times to see you, Amy," he said, "your coming to meet me this way. How's the family? I suppose they're all here. Well, poor father, his time had to come.
"If that should be North Wind now!" thought Diamond. But the next moment he heard some one closing the window, and his aunt came to his bedside. She put her hand on his face, and said "How's your head, dear?" "Better, auntie, I think." "Would you like something to drink?" "Oh, yes! I should, please."
In the next place Ascher had no underhand plot with regard to the cash register. He was acting in a perfectly open and straightforward way. But Gorman cannot believe that any one is straightforward. That is one of the drawbacks to the profession of politics. The practice of it destroys a man's faith in human honesty. "How's Tim?" I asked. "Last time I saw him he was in great trouble because Mrs.
He looked like a farm-hand, with his sweaty shirt, his dusty coat, his begrimed face. And when he kissed Lenore he left a great smear on her cheek. "That's a harvest kiss, my lass," he said, with his big laugh. "Best of the whole year!" "It sure is, dad," she replied. "But I'll wait till you wash your face before I return it. How's the harvest going?" "We had trouble to-day," he said.
'If it gets the prize, repeated Reynolds, with asperity, 'you'll have to tell the Old Man all about it. He'll probably curse a bit, but that can't be helped. How's this for a beginning? "Imposing pile, reared up 'midst pleasant grounds, The scene of many a battle, lost or won, At cricket or at football; whose red walls Full many a sun has kissed 'ere day is done." 'Grand.
"How's business, George?" he inquired. "Fair," said Barry. "I've sold four ties." "How do you feel?" "I'm not so strong as I was, yet. I get tired more easily. I don't think I shall stay in this business long." "You don't? What will you do then?" "I've got a chance in Philadelphia, or I shall have by the first of the month." "What sort of a chance?"
The following afternoon when Douglas rode after the mail he went round by the west trail to call on Charleton. He found the crippled philosopher propped up in bed, reading the Atlantic Monthly and smoking a pipe. Mrs. Falkner and Little Marion were in the corral doing the chores. "Well, how's the Moose after his disappointment?" asked Charleton. "Going strong! Any news of Scott?"
"If he were here, Doctor, he'd tell you that he'd rather have the magazine intact than the well." "Never mind. I've got the water." "Yes, Doctor. But how's Mrs Morley?" "Ah, poor dear soul!" replied the Doctor, and his eyes looked moist. "Worked to death, thank goodness!" "Thank goodness?" said Archie wonderingly. "Yes, my lad. It keeps her from thinking and fretting about Minnie.
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